Mingyan didn't say a long time, Ming Mo looked sideways, slightly dumb his voice, "ayan."

"Um?"

Mingyan blinked, staring at the dark eyes, for a few seconds, it seemed to see the blue light vaguely.

She remembered that his eyes were blue sometimes, and she asked out of curiosity, "Momo, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Ming Mo didn't understand what she meant, so he reached out to hold her hand, pointed to the notebook and pen beside him, and reminded: "Learn to read."

"Yes, yes, teach you to read." Mingyan shifted her attention and held his hand with her backhand.

He taught him to write his name by hand, and taught: "Ming Mo, the character on the left is Ming, and the character on the right is Mo."

He nodded, his tone puzzled, "Ayan?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ayan's name."

Mingyan suddenly realized, and then taught him to write her name, "We have a surname, a Ming character, and the character Yan on the right, do you want Momo to try to write it yourself?"

After speaking, she let go of his hand and gave him an encouraging look, "Just write according to the words in the book."

Ming Mo lowered his eyes, held a pen, and wrote two words on it, "Ayan."

Mingyan responded and looked down at the name he wrote on the notebook just now, with surprise and praise in her eyes, "Momo, your writing is so beautiful."

One stroke, the handwriting MOVING Clouds and Flowing Water, is like a cloud of smoke.

Can't tell it was written by a kid.

Wait, how old is Momo this year?

Mingyan thought of this question and looked him up and down, "Momo, how old are you?"

Ming Mo thought hard for a while, and then replied, "Eight years old."

"You actually know how old you are!" Mingyan was surprised and thought he didn't know what to ask again.

Ming Mo puffed out his cheeks and looked at her with a cute expression, his eyes were very calm.

He began to slowly think about the past these days. Although he still couldn't remember many things, it was enough for him to understand some things.

Everything in the past was sealed up by himself.

If he really wanted to remember it all, it would only be a matter of time, but he didn't want to.

He just wanted to stay alive in this small place and didn't want to have too much contact with other people.

But now he wants to have contact with Ayan.

He likes her very much, and it is also because of her that his ignorant thinking for many years is slowly running, and he no longer relies on instinct to act and speak.

Mingmo was not the first time saw Mingyan and liked it.

When the two met for the first time, he still hated her very much, thinking that she stole his wild fruit, and forced him to say several words.

Later, she gave him things back and gave him food, so he didn't hate her anymore.

After Mingyan was surprised, she continued to teach him to read, and said warmly, "Momo is very smart. I will teach you to read and write every day from now on."

He was eight years old, the age of elementary school.

However, Sister Jiaman was the same age as him, and neither of them went to school.

If she doesn't ask Sister Jiaman to join her, teaching one person is teaching, and teaching two people is not a big deal.

So, what was originally a special literacy day for Ming Mo and her, turned into three abruptly.

"Xiaoyan, I didn't expect you to know words at such a young age! You can still write!" Li Jiaman held the book and looked at her with admiration.

Mingyan skipped the topic and put on a serious expression, "Sister, put down the notebook, then pick up the pen and write all the characters I taught you to write three times."

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